Black lace and midnight: I'm a woman, you're a man,
And you think you know me, but you cannot understand.
Come take the gift I offer you, the cheat of love and time.
I will drink deeply of your life, but you will not taste of mine.
Black lace and midnight: mark the hour, name the fee.
Sell yourself for the promise of inhuman ecstasy.
I will bind you in the darkness and hold you in my thrall,
But black lace and midnight are the things you will recall.
You wonder at my savage joy as I strip away your will.
I'll flail your frail humanity with pleasure fit to kill.
But you never guess my reason, for I, too, was enthralled—
A slave to him who took my life; now I'm mistress of you all.
Black lace and midnight were my mark of fear and shame,
But I was just a woman, so accustomed to the pain.
When fate had struck my master down, that fortune made me free.
Now, black lace and midnight have become my destiny.
I'll mark the world with bitterness like the darkness in my mind,
And I judge you for the beast you are when there's cruelty to find.
But I only offer promises to animals like you,
And the women you have beaten down to cast off when you were through.
Black lace and midnight: rise, my sisters, and be free.
It's better to play the predator than to pay the herdsman's fee.
Rise up and drag your masters down, make my bargain, mark the hour—
Black lace and midnight are the symbols of your power!